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Sean 'Where's me Fada?' O'CONNELL |
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| O'Connell is a man almost always with his mind on plumbing as can be witnessed from his passport photo above. Part of the GPO garrison in 1916 he escaped execution through the legal loophole of not having been born yet. He was also present in the Dandelion Market in the late 70s but not for a U2 gig. In fact, he instead caught a set by Rocky Dick and the late lamented Astor Showband (or was it the Odeon ?) The experience deeply traumatised him and put him off amplified music until his mid-20s. Prematurely greyed since his Inter. Cert. in 1985, he has been looking at the world through half-filled pint glasses ever since. Or were they half full ? Inspired by Cantona, he gave up trying to pass his Inter in 1993 before trying (unsuccessfully) to dry out. Still not quite dried out, he was appointed cultural adviser to the Kimmage, Coolock & Knocknagoshel Pigeon Athletic Club later that year. This post he filled in a mainly uninspired and time-serving fashion until purged in a push by the Conceptualist tendency in the club in1997. 'They always had it in for me from the start' as he recalls himself. Between spells spent on licenced premises or public transport during the mid 90s, he began writing programme scenarios in his rare moments of lucidity. His pigeon-fancying and Spanish Inquisition based quiz shows narrowly missed being broadcast on Irish national television in 1995 Their budgets were, however, diverted to 'improve the bell sound on the Angelus'. Amen. Pirate copies of the pilot programmes can, we hear, still be obtained in offshore territories where the 1997 court injunction does not have effect. His only work in broadcasting to date has been scripting that memorable voice-over for a Grecian 2000 ad, or was in Grey Away ? He is currently living somewhere in the Southwest of France to where he was appointed Honorary Vice Consul by the current High King of Ireland (well, 'high' is a bit of an exagerration - he's usually more 'blotto'). We can't remember his name but if you want to ask him, he's sometimes to be found (his Majesty, that is) on one of the stools in Kennedy's Lounge on Burgh Quay of a weekday night. O'Connell wears a gammy pair of brown-framed glasses, but can't remember why. This website, as you'll soon have noticed, is completely pointless and useless - a legal requirement, it seems, to fit in on the Web today. O'Connell has included some 'useful' links as well as a very important SECRET MISSION that all you browsers have to carry out. If he ever comes up with anything interesting to put on it, you'll be the first to know - well, after the obligatory 6 months to bother getting around to it. Finally, a thank you to Steve Pyke - from whom the doctored photo (the Late Great Peter Cook) above has been borrowed. Don't anyone tell him though, we can't afford the legal fees,,, |
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| Punters through the turnstiles since relegation: |
| THE OLD ALBERT GOLDMAN: |
| Forgot to Change at Howth Junction, how about Taking a Lookee At These Links: |
| A legend in Plumbing, the cawsies we grew up with:- Armitage Shanks |
| Looking for a job in France ? Try these people, they would've given Yosser Hughes severe concussion, if he ever had anything to do with them:- A N P E |
| Find Yosser, buy him an Aspirin and a Double Voddie:- Great Scouse Boozemap |
| If you're called Sean, take a lookee here; if not, start worrying; if you're 'Shaun' (etc.), Yosser's on his way around to teach ya how to spell:- I B O S |
| Captain, my Captain - Beef is Back:- Beefheart Radar Station |
| The Half Decent Football Mag, and 100% ace Undertones song:- When Saturday Comes |
| THIS SITE IS BEST VIEWED BY ANY OLD OUT-OF-DATE WEB BOWSIE |
| For the eggheads, Catweazle meets James Joyce & Borges down a dark laneway:- Perec |